User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-26024035-20160427015303

And that the two were. Elmseye tossed the apple core aside, skipped, and bounded neatly onto the wheeled cart. He smiled at his two companions, clutching the rim as he crouched. "So, I vote youse two pull." The chestnut-furred female scoffed. "As if! Yore fatter than me an' 'Falcon' combined. Hoi, Fal, who d' you reckon sh'd have t' do th' work, eh?" Elmseye smirked. "Don't ask 'im. 'Falkin' doesn't know wot he's doin'. Newcomer even t' Mossflower, aren't ye... 'Falkin'?" The squirrel sniggered obnoxiously.